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Twenty Seven

Hailey

He probably was hurrying, at least that’s what I assumed, but it was taking far too long. Every time I moved, I felt the pressure of the foreign object inside me and had to suppress a groan.

I tried to distract myself as best I could, even finally sending my dad a reply to his obnoxious message — telling him in the nicest possible way where he could shove his absurd demands. But nothing could make me forget that I was sitting in my boyfriend’s truck with a butt plug shoved up my ass, waiting for him to return.

I’d quickly discovered that Colt liked to take me wherever he could — if there was any chance we might get caught, it only turned him on more. Who would have thought that the once shy and reserved guy was a bit of an exhibitionist?

He loved watching me too.

The door was yanked open, and Colt appeared in front of me with a wild look in his eyes, his large frame practically vibrating with energy.

I quickly slid over to the passenger seat, digging my nails into the fabric to keep from whimpering again. He climbed in with quick, practiced movements, his long fingers wrapping around the steering wheel and his knuckles turning white.

“That was hell,” he choked out. “Knowing you’re sitting here like this, waiting for me.” His head hit the headrest with a thud.

“Wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for me either, big guy.”

He took a hand off the wheel to squeeze my bare thigh and glanced over at me. His calloused thumb ran circles over my inner thigh, and the roughness and proximity of his fingers to my pussy caused even more heat to rise inside me.

Not for the first time, I feared I would leave wet spots on his seats. Then again … he would probably like that. My phone vibrated, probably my dad’s reply, but I certainly didn’t want to deal with that right now.

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded even huskier than usual, and I could almost taste his desire for me.

I nodded determinedly. “Yup. Incredibly horny, but definitely okay.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Same. Let’s get out of here,” he said while adjusting himself. His truck rumbled to life, and I felt even the slight vibrations of the engine deep inside me. How was it possible to be this full and empty at the same time?

A shiver ran down my spine, and my nipples puckered.

I shifted in my seat as inconspicuously as possible, longing for something to relieve the pressure built up inside me. I shamelessly eyed him from where I sat, and the veins in his forearms popping out and his jaw twitching weren’t helping. It wasn’t long before he shot me a sideways glance, his eyes locking with mine, and he deviated from the usual route home.

“Don’t think we’ll make it home. I need you too much right now,” he growled.

My stomach fluttered, and my breathing turned shallow as his eyes darkened. My beast was back, ready to devour me whole.

I had no idea where we were; all I knew was there wasn’t a soul in sight, and that was enough for me. He threw the truck in park in a secluded parking lot that seemed to be the starting point for a trail. He slammed the seat back with a crash, then his strong hands grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.

The sudden movement shifted the plug shift inside me again, causing lightning bolts of pleasure to strike my core, accompanied by a slight burning sensation, and my ass clenched around the plug in the most delicious way. My skirt bunched up around my hips, and my bare pussy ran the length of his rock-hard cock, then I rocked against it for some relief.

“Jesus Christ, baby, do you want me to come right in my pants?” Colt slipped his hands under my skirt, grabbed my ass roughly, sinking his long fingers into my flesh and pulling the cheeks apart.

A breathless laugh escaped my lips. “I need you. Right now. Please, Colt.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me exactly what it is you need.” His smirk was wicked, smug. God, I loved seeing that confidence flare up in him. The longer we dated, the more it came out.

I ground against his cock without shame, no doubt leaving a wet spot on his shorts. His head dropped back, and he gazed at me through half-lidded eyes.

“I want to ride your fat cock, be stuffed so full of you that I can’t breathe. I want you to empty those balls inside of me until my pussy is filled to the brim with your cum.” I leaned in to him, letting my breath brush the shell of his ear before biting hard into his earlobe. “And you know what I’d like more than anything?”

His deep groan vibrated through his chest, sending shockwaves straight to my core. “What?” he rasped.

Before making my suggestion, I took a deep breath. Balls to the wall, I guess . “Make a video of us doing it so I can watch it over and over again.” My voice was breathy, but it contained hardly any of the insecurity I felt within. What if that was pushing him too far?

His eyes snapped wide open, his lips parted, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Goddamn it, Princess. You’re gonna kill me one of these days if you keep throwing these curveballs at me.”

Now it was my turn to smile wickedly. My hands slid up from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, and my nails dug into his scalp, eliciting a hiss from him. “I’m serious, baby. Do you know how hot this would be?”

Colt’s nostrils flared, and he bucked his hips, making me cry out with need. “Right now?”

Bullseye. I had him hooked. He was just as depraved as I was. I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Right now. You in?”

“Whatever you want,” he ground out, his voice husky. “You know I’m up for anything you want to try.”

“And there’s no one I’d rather explore these things with,” I purred before planting a fervent kiss on him.

Fumbling in his pockets, I found what I was looking for and pulled out his phone. He plucked it out of my hand, unlocked it, and used the reach of his long arms to place it in one of the cupholders and start recording.

For a moment, in which time seemed to stand still, we stared at the black lens of the camera. A wild swarm of butterflies fluttered in my stomach until they coalesced into a solid ball of heat, whether from nerves or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. Our hungry gazes met, and I licked my bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement as if spellbound.

Then we exploded into movement, driven by the added stimulus of the feeling that we were being watched, even if only by a camera lens. Every square inch of my skin was electrified, and every touch of his fingers created a spark as if we were two exposed wires colliding.

Lips locked, teeth clashing, tongues fighting. He had no mercy — the beginner had become the master, and he dominated me effortlessly. His thick, rough fingers wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me feel slightly dizzy.

“Look at you, Princess,” he rumbled, driving his hips against me again. “So pretty with my fingers around your delicate neck, being a good little slut. I can almost smell that delicious pussy dripping for me. Too bad I can’t really enjoy it here … oh well, later, I guess.”

His other hand drifted under the fabric of my skirt, his fingers creeping between my ass cheeks, where he tapped the end of the plug. A mixture of a high-pitched grunt and squeak escaped me, but he increased the pressure around my neck slightly, then I felt as if I was floating.

He must have spotted something in my half-lidded stare because he loosened his grip a little, and a devastatingly beautiful, crooked grin appeared on his face.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. I can’t wait to feel how tight you’re going to be for me. Now, be a good slut and get my cock out.”

As I yanked on his shorts, his fingers slid down, playfully tracing the sensitive skin around my slit. Shivers ran down my spine, and I struggled to keep my hands steady. He lifted his hips so I could pull the shorts down far enough to let his pulsing length pop out. The veins protruded, and sheer moisture had gathered on the fat head.

“God, I’d love a taste,” I breathed out. Mesmerized, I stared at it as his hand dropped from my throat, and he pumped himself twice, then ran his thumb over the tip to collect the pre-cum.

He coated my slightly parted lips with it. “Your wish is my command, baby. Maybe I’ll even give you a taste later when I’ve pumped you full, how’s that sound?”

A whimper and a breathless “Mm-hm” was all I could get out.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that. Now drop your tight ass down and ride my cock.”

With one hand, he held his dick in position while the other lay at the side of my neck, commanding, possessive. I lifted onto my knees, hovering over his lap, eager yet strangely nervous at the same time.

Even without the silicone shoved up my ass, it was a pretty tight fit … How would it feel to have something in both holes? Would it be too much? Would it hurt?

He must have read the uncertainty in my eyes, and though he was as inexperienced as I was, he slipped into the lead role effortlessly, as he so often did. The calluses on his hands scraped across my skin as his hand wrapped around my throat again.

“Eyes on me, Princess. Give me your slick little cunt, I want my balls drowning in your cum.” With a firm, sure grip, he pushed me down slightly. His tip slapped against my clit, eliciting a strangled moan from my lips, then he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me.” He moaned, a muscle in his jaw twitching, his gaze feverish. As if he couldn’t help himself, he slid the crown through my slippery folds back and forth, back and forth.

“Colt, please, stop playing and get inside me.” The desire welling inside me was overwhelming, and my pussy was pulsing and throbbing. My thighs trembled slightly from holding myself up for so long. Finally, he positioned his tip at my entrance again, and I sank down on it.

I felt full, almost to the point of bursting. There was enough of my arousal dripping out of me to get him inside easily, but it was tighter than usual, making everything more intense.

Colt let out a choked moan as I sank deeper and deeper, finally bottoming out. “Goddamn, that’s tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his jaw twitching. His broad chest heaved with ragged breaths, and I might have stopped breathing altogether.

I collected myself before slowly raising and lowering myself, riding him. What had felt strange and unfamiliar at first, now made my eyes roll back in my head. The pressure was exquisite, as if I could feel every vein on his swollen cock, and the first tingles of an approaching orgasm rippled through me.

“Shit, you feel huge,” I whimpered. Skin slapped against skin as I lifted myself off him again and again, getting bolder each time.

“Yeah, ride that cock like a good little whore. Fuck, it gets you so excited to have something up your ass, doesn’t it? You’re so goddamn wet.” Lazily, his hand slid to my clit, and he flicked his thumb over it a few times. He didn’t even have to try very hard, as I was already so close to the edge of the cliff that I plummeted at his touch, unexpectedly and violently.

“Oh my god, I’m coming,” I squealed in shock as my muscles tensed, my toes curling, and my pussy pulsing around him. My head slumped forward onto his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath, completely blindsided.

“Are you okay?” Colt forced out.

“Mmm, oh yeah, more than okay.” I nodded vigorously, and he smirked.

“Good, then you’d better brace yourself.”

He grabbed my hips on both sides and slid me up and down his cock. The whole truck shook, and my mouth fell open. Holy shit.

Again and again, he pushed me onto his length, turning me into nothing more than a glorified fleshlight — and I was fine with that. In fact, I liked being manhandled. There was something seriously wrong with me, but I’d already established that.

Loud, unrestrained moans escaped my throat.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, letting me use your tight little body any way I want,” he grunted, with beads of sweat running down his neck from his temples. The muscles in his arms bulged, the veins on them protruding as his swollen cock rammed into me again and again.

“Always,” I gasped. “You can always do whatever you want to me.”

A wild grin twisted his lips. “You like being used like a fuck toy?”

“So much.”

“Dirty. You’re so fucking perfect. Give me another one, baby. I want your cum dripping down my balls.”

His thrusts got wilder and wilder, a slight tremor in the muscles of his arms and legs, and I tried to support him as best I could. That was easier said than done, though, as his fat tip kept hammering against that one particular spot that made me see stars, and the ball of heat in my core was about to explode.

“Almost there. So close, please don’t stop!” I mewled.

He grabbed my hair and yanked me forward to briefly take my breath away with his tongue, then jerked me forward so my ear was next to his lips, making me hiss.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy gushing all over me, milking my cock. You’re going to take every last drop of my cum,” he grunted, his hot breath brushing over my damp skin as he relentlessly rearranged my insides.

My toes curled, and I arched my back, throwing my head back as the climax hit me like a freight train.

“Colt!” I screamed, my hips jerking and my pussy throbbing around him. That seemed to finish him off, he impaled me with his length, as deep inside me as he could be, and let out a guttural moan after two more bruising thrusts. God, I loved that he was so vocal.

His cock twitched as he held himself inside me, his hot cum splashing against my walls.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, exhausted. “That was fucking hot.” I didn’t want to imagine how exhausted he must be after his game and this round — even though I’d been cheering too, but he’d done an incredible job today.

“Is hot. I’m not done with you yet, baby.” He slapped my ass lightly, kneaded it again, then nodded toward the passenger seat. “Back in your seat and spread your legs for me. I want to see my cum dripping out of you.”

“Yes, sir,” I purred.

Colt froze, then chuckled softly. “Didn’t think I’d be into that, but I like it. We’ll explore that some other time.”

He helped me back into the passenger seat, as I climbed over the phone, which might have gotten a shot up my skirt. Once there, I let my knees fall apart, but he tsked.

“Baby, you can do better than that. Spread your legs for me, I want to see everything. Show me your freshly fucked pussy.”

His breathing was still heavy, and as I slowly opened my legs, stretched straight out so that my right foot almost touched the windshield, he picked up the phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my mind still a little foggy from the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me.

“Finishing this. When I watch this one day, I’m going to want to see my cum dripping out of your pretty pink cunt.”

Oh my god, this guy was just unreal. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and he stared between my legs with a hungry look on his face.

“You like what you see?” I asked innocently.

Colt replied with a grunt, then leaned closer, the phone’s camera trained firmly on my dripping pussy.

“You have no idea how much.” The unmistakable sensation of liquid trickling from my pussy to my asshole kicked in, and his nostrils flared .

“Fuck, that’s hot. But …” He reached out with his free hand, scooping up the leaking juices with two fingers and shoving them back into my pussy. “ This is where it belongs.”

He finger-fucked his cum back into me, eliciting another soft moan from me as he shoved it back in again and again. His fingers made wet, squelching noises, and I could only imagine the mess between my legs.

“Goddamn, baby. You’re a goddess, I don’t know how it’s possible that I get to do this with you. Now open.” His free hand tapped my cheek, and I obediently parted my lips, only for him to shove his thick fingers, covered in our mixed arousal, into my mouth.

“Such a good girl, licking my fingers clean,” he praised, and I swirled my tongue around his digits, savoring the sweet and salty flavors of our cum.

Colt glanced at his still-exposed, half-hard dick, then at the slightly fogged windows, and ran a hand over his face. “We have to get out of here. The chances of no one catching us if we stay any longer are pretty slim, and besides, if we keep this up, I’ll fuck you a second time, and then we’re guaranteed to get caught.”

“Hm, neither of those things really convince me that it would be a terrible idea.”

His eyes flashed, then he reached back, pulled a towel out of his bag, held it out to me, and looked at me with raised eyebrows, one corner of his mouth turned up in amusement.

“How about I bribe you with a binge of The Crown and the promise that you can ride my face?”

“Deal.”